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Introspection

My dear reflection, I'll break your face,
A pitiful mind, you're all that is left
My dear reflection, I hate the taste
Of blood in my tears, but that's what I get
My dear reflection, there's no one here,
And all of my hopes for us turn to piss
My dear reflection is coming near,
I wish that it hadn't come down to this





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